Author: Kimberly Vargas Agnese
My name is Kimberly Vargas Agnese, though I've previously written as Kae Bucher.
I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south to the San Joaquin Valley. As I ride barefoot around Fresno, I consider the paths I've chosen and the crossroads where our country seems to have perched itself.
Thanks to my Romani ancestry, many people groups reside within me and my poetry tends to reflect this. I love welcoming the sunrise with my Native American flute. I've been rumored to juggle while teaching students how to write. And if you can't find me, I'm probably hanging out with Jesus listening to parables.
gentle nest
~Both philosopher and poet ought aim for one beauty which is truth.~
Horizon
Introduction …
The boy who looked for Santa
~”When I grow up I want to be an abused woman”…said no little girl ever.~©Kae
~Immunize against narcissistic lies… if it sucks blood like a mosquito and hides like a mosquito … it probably is one.~©Kae
~Somehow, the more he tries to be perfect … the less he is.~©Kae
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 